Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane
Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Damian’s touch and k*ss were both gentle and possessive. It was a perfect
combination of playful and tender like he was afraid to break me, yet he
couldn’t wait to ravish me. I like it. I like it very much.
This was different from what we had in New York. For me, at least. Accepting
what I felt for Damian madesee things from a different angle. Our
relationship had an expiration date. This was the only way I could have him, and
I intend to make the most of it.
Earlier, when Damian left radiating with anger, Gian toldI was out of my
mind to even fake things with him. My friend pointed out that my history with
Damian was nothing compared to what I had with Hunter. There was one thing
sure about. this deal. I’ll end up with a broken heart.
Stu pid? Maybe. But knowing I only had limited twith the man I love
heightened every emotion coursing through my b*dy. Excitement. Lust. Desire,
Fear.
Curiosity will be the death of me, but I want to know what it’s like to be with
Damian
In the fiurry of nipping and biting. I took the courage, opened my mouth, darting
my tongue out, and traced Damian’s l*ps. He growled, his finger digging into my
butt cheeks.
I was only getting the hang of his k*sses when he pulled away, dark eyes pinning
me, settingdown on the couch, his brawny arms cagingdown.
“This situation familiar to you?” he murmured, burying his face in the junction
of my n*eck and shoulder, his teeth scraping my skin. I moaned, my back
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtarching off the couch, my stiff n*pples grazing his chest, begging for his
attention.
Did he asksomething? I blinked up at the starry sky, remembering the
question.
“My apartment in New York.” I moaned, yelping when he gripped my hips and
yankeddown until my a ss was hanging off the couch. He chuckled darkly. I
should have been scared of his predatory gaze, but it thrilledto my core.
Gian was right. I was out of my mind…
Damian settled between my parted legs, resting his calloused hands on top of
my knee. Then, with such slowness that madedizzy, his hands slid up my
thighs until they disappeared under my nightgown. With each inch his hands
covered, my heartbeat skyrocketed. I feared it would burst out of my ch*st until
Damian paused, all traces of playfulness leaving his face.
“You’re f ucking bare, Millicent,” he rasped, his molars grounding as his fingers
dug into the junction of my legs and hips where my panties should have been
resting. “You wanted this,” he murmured, mulling over this discovery.
An army of ants crawled under my skin as I watched his gaze darkened, turning
feral while he licked his l*ps. He was a hungry beast, and I was his meal.
“Yes, Damian.” He wasn’t asking, but I felt the need to respond. I want him to
know I am a hundred percent sure of what we’re doing.
An animalistic sound rumbled from his chest. In the blink of an eye, he reached
up and ripped my nightgown in the middle, exposing my b*dy to his scrutiny.
The dimmed light on the balcony did nothing to stop Damian’s eyes from taking
Π.
RFletcher suddenly crossed my mind. I knew it wasn’t him who was looking
down at my b*dy, so I fought the urge to cover my n*kedness.
Being perceptive, Damian saw the slight tremble of my l*ps catching a whiff of
my hesitation
“That f ucker doesn’t get the privilege of getting between us, baby Damian
cupped my face and pulledfor a torrid k*ss until my lungs begged for air. “I
will erase everything he did to you”
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I nodded, trusting hinr completely, burying my fingers in his hair, and pulled him
for another k*ss.
I want to forget, and Damian was a willing accomplice to my mission.
It’s Damian who’s touching me. These words played like a mantra in my head
until I lost myself in his touch.
Gently, Damian guided the straps of my dress down my shoulder. He tossed the
shredded fabric over his shoulder and pushed my legs apart, spreading them
wide, exposingcompletely.
The cool air blasted my pu ssy as a new gush of my excitement rushed down my
center.
Damian lifts his knuckles up to his mouth, biting down on it.
Holy f uck.
Eyes wide. I watched, mesmerized, as Damian grabbed my trembling hands,
lifting them up towards my breast.
“Showwhat makes you feel good,” he groaned.
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Panting, I swallowed hard and pinched my n*pples, toying with them like I
would when I was alone. Though my hands were shaking, I plucked and pulled
my pebbled buds, moaning as a dizzying sensation washed over me. It was the
way Damian watched me, devouringwith his gaze.
Smirking, he lowered his face between my legs, eyes still glued on mine.
“Oh sh it,” I whimpered at the first stripe his tongue drew on my slit, sending my
head back against the backrest of the couch, my toes pointing towards the cold
fioor. “Damian.”
His hands pushed my thighs further apart, his tongue plundered my p ussy like
a miner searching for gold. He pushed and pulled, licked and slurped, invading
and exploring relentlessly until I was moaning and whimpering his nlike a
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prayer.
I love the way his fingers dig on the inside of my thighs. They would surely leave
marks there, but I’d gladly bear his marks like a prize. I love the feel of his
mouth on me. My head tossed side to side. Hips bucking as my fingers moved
against my n*pples, pinching and tugging.
From the first tDamian touched me, I knew he was different. This man had
skills. His expert hands knew where to touch me, and now his tongue… G od. I
can’t even put into words the skills he’s bestowing upon me. He’s sending me
skyrocketing towards the finale without mercy. And the noise he’s making, he
sounds like a man tasting his first meal after a long period of starvation. His
grumble of pleasure vibrated through my entire b*dy. I was coming. There was
no controlling this anymore. Though I wanted this moment to last, I couldn’t
hold it in. I chard. Fast. Black dots danced on the back of eyelids, and my
world spun.
It was a beautiful ending that hadseeing galaxies whirling around me.
He didn’t stop until I was shuddering in pleasure. My b*dy collapsed on the
couch; his nwas the only thing running through my dizzy head.
Damian lifted his face, studying me. I lay sprawled on the couch legs spread
wide, wanton and riding the waves of his intoxicating touch.
He exceeded my expectations, and I could barely remember my name.
I barely comprehend what happened next. Damian gatheredin his arms and
walked us inside the room, layingon the bed. He disappeared on the
ensuite and cout with a damp towel. I blinked up at him, frowning.
“What about you?” I pushed up on my elbows, sitting up straight.
“I’m drunk,” he murmured, sliding the towel on the inside of my thighs. I bit my
l*p when he patted my well-ravished pu ssy. I was still sensitive. “When I take
you, I want to be sober.”
“Oh,” my mouth parted.
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